Concealed transgression
Sin wielded over woman
As if talisman she beholds
That sight of leg or breast could
Unleash the faultless beast
And cause in its revelation
Reproach for accusation
“White washed tombs filled with dead man’s bones”
He said….
But still they peer down from gilded committee towers
Sniveling feigned, indignant innocence,
The crimson tide shrieks contrived, perverted grief
Oh they believe you, That is for sure: convincing, authentic, real…
But they just don’t really care….
Because having to be right reigns
That and some twisted sense of pre-birth life
Which is tossed away as chaff once born and needy
That hideous Ruddy derided cry,
Breaks open the breach
The very caverns of Mother earth
Crack deep
And split open
And from the fissures flood
The Tears of All Eve’s Daughters
Filling the earth
Filling the earth
Filling the earth
Her palpable primal bellow, resolute now
No more! No more! No more!
When the waters recede….
What will remain
In the erosion?